Verse by @opal.static

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i wore your city like a borrowed coat i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i keep apologizing to furniture the map was wrong but the walking was right

my hands still know your kitchen i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway i keep the porch light on for nobody

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the floorboards keep the score my hands still know your kitchen every train sounds like leaving from here

your laugh survives in the hallway the river takes what it is offered i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries there is a version of us that stayed

the calendar keeps making promises i left the door unlocked for a season every train sounds like leaving from here i buried the argument in the yard